"Here. Take my umbrella."

This book contains spoiler warnings. Those who have not seen IT, chapters 1 and 2, you have been advised. This also contains trigger warnings for the following:
graphic language
depression
alcoholism
violent activity

Eddie. Eds. We met on a rainy night. I know, I know, that's corny, Richie. But that's how it was, ya know? That idiot. He was soaking wet. So I gave him my umbrella. And that was how it all started. How amazing my life was now that he was in it, and then years later I met a few more people, and then more, and we were the Loser's club. 27 years later, we were so different. I was a comedian, and we were all successful. That call. Never could I have known how much that call from Mike Hanlon would change my life. It's so hard for me to be the same "trashmouth" Tozier. Not without Eddie.. He's not dead, he's just hurt...right? I just want it to be how it used to be. When we were kids, when all we had to fucking worry about was how many arcade tokens we had left, how fat our loogies were, and what time we had to go to bed. Just Eddie and I. Take me back...take me back to the night we met.